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Well that's just karmatic, Draco thought to himself. He still hadn't learned not to hold his anger and pain in around family and he couldn't show his pain in front of Scorpius or Astoria. Astoria was going through enough as is with her blood curse. It was ironic really. As a child he had focused so much on being a pure-blood that when it finally came time to fall in love, he fell for a woman who had a blood curse.

Now his parents were dead and he had been wed but he still had all this repressed anger inside of him. Anger, at himself, anger at the past, and anger at what his parents and now on top of that grief and sadness. He'd always put on smiles in front of Astoria but he worried for her. The only time he could in fact process those feelings was when he was at his family's business.

He had been on his way home from Nocturne alley and shuffling through the masses toward Diagon Alley when he got the idea to get Astoria some flowers to brighten her day. He could've gone to Burger King to pick her up a Whopper but he had hated the smell of muggle food and the trip was only ever worth it if she were with him. Even if he had bewitched his nose whilst he were in the establishment the smell of fast food seemed to stick to his clothing for days.

He'd purchase the same assortmant bowuet from when they had gotten married and head home to Malfoy Manor. The gates swung open automatically for their lord as he strode in like he had been king of the world. The sad body language shifted to that of someone more confident, someone happier. He couldn't burden her with his own emotional distress. He cast a disallusionment charm on the boquet and made his way to their chambers attempting to recapture the way he had been when they were younger.

"I'm home," He said hopping onto the bed and laying next to her, "You look particularly ravishing today Astoria. I trust you haven't been too busy with your reading today? I thought we'd go out to 'have it your way' as it were." He feined forgetfulness and broke the disallusionment charm on the boquet. "Ah," he said through a half-smirk, "I believe these are yours. I can't for the life of me remember how they came to be in this room." The half smirk shifted into a smile. No matter how much pain he was in he could always give a genuine smile around her. Something about her always seemed to peel the veil of sadness away from him and he had been thankful for the time they had together.

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